I imagine myself being photographed in a studio.
The photographer in my head says: Give me patience.
Give me control.
Let me tell you a story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world... well, not really.
*9 deleted paragraphs later*
I actually went out of my way to see how she was and asked if there's anything we should improve on to make things more efficient. She went to say her piece and I offered my perspective, too.
Afterwhich, I said, "I hope you understand where I'm coming from." And this girl I was talking to said, "No. I know where you are."
So now there's an issue? Well, I think I'm too old for your issues. Save the drama (for your mama).